New city, no money for rented rooms
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Get out of the house, my black coffee will disperse the cold
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I live like illegal immigrants, maybe they will feed me,
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But people come up in every party
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Are you the best when you fit?
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The train at speed was slowed down by stop cranes
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When I want to get drunk, I don't have enough glass
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And I'm fucking with my throat, my mother would have seen it
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She would kill me, that's all I need
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I don't know you, I didn't see you, I don't remember you
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For some reason, when I needed it, so you know, we don't know each other
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Welcome to blacklist and just cross out
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They didn’t even exist, as if they died, got lost and will sink into oblivion
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The weather is great, by the way I'm changing housing
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Today, everyone who ate alive is pulling my hands
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So where were you before?
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Every pimply asshole
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Previously spat in the back
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Right now it's called brother
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Stalingrad or Braunschweig
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Fractures in the neck area
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I battle with God like Lucifer
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I inhale dope on a saucer of veins
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Fear on Bolotnaya, fuck the canvases
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Of all the strangers, I'm the hungriest
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Brighton and Compton, fights, records
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My own compass
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All that is lost is fucked up
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Betrayed and torn
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Sold and drunk
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Painted on the sheets
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Lost, chewed
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Erupted into tears
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In full view
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And I still despise my class
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School is like a war, I graduated with a medal
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And everything is fine, you hear, literate helluva lot
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So don't, bitch, teach me how to live
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Saint, what are you? |
We didn't even call
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This is not a wedding bridge, our bridges are drawbridges
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Bitch, don't feel sorry even if I become a vegetable
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After all, there is no worse evil than compassion without help
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They want more, they want battle
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I threw the hard one with the album into the river
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I hammer a bolt and live as a bastard
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They'll ask me why it's taking so long?
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I'm just pricking, sorry guys
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Seriously, I'm in St. Petersburg right now
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Lock me up if you need an album
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And the days all fly like a stuffy car
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There are twelve people on my list
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Last Supper, closed project
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Let's get down to business, hurry up, I'm setting a timer
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Or like before, hello and goodbye? |